What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

Sam a curious look. “What are you thinking about?”
Sam gazed up at him, into those beautiful dark eyes that he loved. “You. Kiss me again.”
Smiling, Bo did, and the rest of the world went away.
They made love in the light of the afternoon sun pouring through the window. It was lazy and languorous, the desire rising slow and sweet between them, ending in mutual release that left Sam feeling boneless and utterly content. Pulling Bo close, he cuddled his lover against his chest.
I could get used to this, he thought, and closed his eyes.
About the Author
    Ally Blue is acknowledged by the world at large (or at least by her heroes, who tend to suffer a lot) as the Popess of Gay Angst. She has a great big penis hat and rides in a bullet-proof Plexiglas bubble in Christmas parades. Her harem of manwhores does double duty as bodyguards and inspirational entertainment. Her favorite band is Radiohead, her favorite color is lime green and her favorite way to waste a perfectly good Saturday is to watch all three extended version LOTR movies in a row. Her ultimate dream is to one day ditch the evil day job and support the family on manlove alone. She is not a hippie or a brain surgeon, no matter what her kids’ friends say.
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Twilight
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Where the Heart Is
Love, Like Ghosts
    In the shadows, not all the monsters have claws.

Twilight
© 2007 Ally Blue
    Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3 While leading an amateur ghost-hunting expedition in the mountains of North Carolina, the BCPI team gets an urgent call to investigate sightings of a weird, frightening creature in the forest near a remote Smoky Mountain lodge.
The case hints of another interdimensional gateway, and Sam Raintree wants no part of it. The last one nearly took the life of his boss and lover, Dr. Bo Broussard. Now that they’re finally together and working through their problems, Sam wants nothing to jeopardize their progress.
Yet he can’t ignore the fact that he is the only one with the unique psychokinetic ability to permanently close the gateway that could be threatening the lodge and its few remaining guests. If, indeed, that’s the source of the sightings.
There’s only one way to find out—split up the team and hit the trail. Once on the scene, a missing man, a grisly discovery, and a moment of carelessness reveal secrets much different—and far uglier—than anyone expected.
Secrets which not only put their lives in danger, but could provide Sam with an escape from the portals. If he’s willing to take the chance.
Warning: Contains explicit sex between lovers in an idyllic mountain hideaway, graphic language when they’re interrupted by murderous ghosts, and violent deeds perpetrated by otherworldly creatures.
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Twilight:
    Chuckling, Bo leaned forward, lifted Sam’s shirt and kissed his belly. “I’m hard as a rock, Sam. You want my cock in your mouth or your ass?”
    Sam considered. Sucking Bo off was tempting. But the thought of Bo fucking him made his knees weak. It always did.
    Winding the long braid around his hand, Sam pulled Bo’s head back, bent and kissed him hard. “Want you to fuck me,” he whispered, and bit Bo’s lip. “Right here in the chair.”
    A soft groan escaped Bo’s lips. “The lube’s in my backpack. Outside pocket.”
Sam kissed Bo once more, then yanked his jeans and underwear up and turned to fetch the lube from Bo’s pack. They’d stopped using condoms as soon as all the tests came back negative. To Sam’s surprise, Dean had gotten tested as well, and shared his negative results with them both. Just to be on the safe side, he’d said, even though he and Sam had used a condom the one time they’d been together.
With the bottle of liquid lube clutched in one hand, Sam crossed back to Bo and knelt on the floor in front of him. He laid his palms on Bo’s sides, thumbs hooking beneath the elastic of Bo’s underwear.